The drunkard looked at the starry sky, silent for a long time, the love in his eyes was faint and not dissipated, like drinking fine wine, strayed into the depths of the sea of stars, drunk and did not know the way back, even if he knew, he was too lazy to return to the boat.

"Or, that's really beautiful. ”

He looked at the stars, and his eyes suddenly showed a few palpitations, like a child seeing the strange world on the other side of the mountain, full of fear and uneasiness, and his voice trembled: "But it's also terrifying." ”

The sweetest honey is often the most poisonous arsenic, the most beautiful yearning is sometimes the biggest panic, freedom is good, but nothing is bad, only in the thought of each person.

The elder brother sighed softly, knowing that he had woken up and made a decision.

The drunkard looked back at him and said with a solemn expression: "Cunzài, it is the most important thing for me, more important than everything else, and I can give up a lot for it." ”

The elder brother said: "There is no contradiction between the preservation of zài and the pursuit. ”

The drunkard said: "But the pursuit of the academy contradicts Haotian's will. ”

The senior brother said: "What does Haotian's thoughts have to do with you and me?"

The drunkard said: "I have been able to save zài for so many years, because I will never fight a battle that I will lose, even your teacher can't defeat Haotian, how can I?"

Senior Brother was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "What about the academy?"

The drunkard raised his eyebrows slightly.

Senior Brother looked at his eyes quietly and said, "If you don't make enemies of Haotian, you have to be enemies of the Academy, and if you don't have the confidence to defeat Haotian, you are sure that you can defeat the Academy?"

The drunkard's raised eyebrows turned into two still strokes in the night breeze.

The senior brother said: "If you can't rebel, you have to do it anyway." ”

The drunkard said, "What can the academy do?"

The senior brother said, "The academy ...... Will be desperate. ”

Rotten Ke Temple in the autumn rain that year. The academy used to fight hard, and later in Chang'an City, in Qingxia, and in the wasteland. The academy has fought desperately, using their own lives to fight for the lives of the enemy. The disciples of the academy are all proud, even narcissistic people, who value their lives and those of their fellow disciples more than the sky, when they start to fight hard. It must be a desperate situation, and they will inevitably burst out with unimaginable brilliance.

Sword Saint Liu Bai, the first seat of the Lecture, the Lord of the Views, no matter how powerful the opponent is in the face of the Academy, as long as it starts to fight hard, then there is no one who cannot be defeated, or heaven.

Alcoholics and butchers, will they be the exception?

"What's interesting is that the academy can really work hard, and the people who will work hard can't catch up with me. For example, Lin Wu. For example, Jun Mo. Even including Ning Que. And those who can catch up with me will not be desperate. ”

The drunkard looked at him and said calmly: "The academy wants to fight with me, you are the best or even the only choice - you and I are not far apart." We walked the same path and looked at the same landscape. So it is possible to meet, this is the premise of desperateness, but are you sure that you will really fight hard?"

The elder brother said, "Anything can be learned, and I am good at learning. ”

The drunkard said, "Outside the Hanging Temple, I praised you for your rapid progress, and you were much stronger than when you fought the Lord...... Chao Wen Dao and Dusk Enlightenment, sure enough, you are worthy of being the most painful disciple of the master, you are indeed very good at learning, you are stronger than Jun Mo and Lin Wu, but are you really sure that you can learn to work hard?"

The senior brother sighed and said: "It's easy to fight for your own life, but it's difficult to fight for other people's lives. ”

"This is what I proved last night," said the drunkard, "you have learned to fight, you have inherited sticks, you have killed people, and you are still ...... They will not kill, because murder is not the same as murder. ”

The elder brother said, "Or, I can take someone who can kill." ”

"You can take the Bodhi tree back to the academy for thousands of miles, but you can't take people to run thousands of miles, like you walked with Jun Mo in the Hanging Temple that day, how far can you go?"

The drunkard said: "What I'm most afraid of is actually this, if you can really come and kill me with the forest fog, then what else can I do but hide back in the town and hide next to the butcher?"

The senior brother said slightly: "If you go back to the town, the arrow of the little junior brother will arrive." ”

The drunkard's expression changed slightly, and he realized that the academy had already made calculations and arrangements in this regard in advance, but it could not be implemented, so he had today's conversation.

The autumn wind suddenly rose, the water droplets on the leaves fell, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The elder brother's expression became a little angry, and the dense water droplets fell on the padded jacket, as if they were falling on the beach, smearing a lot of wetness, and then quickly disappeared.

The rain fell to the ground, and it did not penetrate all the rocky soil, and a shallow puddle of water accumulated on the ground in front of his feet, and an ant was struggling desperately in the puddle.

He looked down at the puddle in silence, flicked his fingers, and a golden leaf came without wind and fell to the water, and in a short time, the ant climbed the edge of the leaf with great difficulty and saved a life.

The puddle trembled slightly, covered with shadows.

The drunkard returned to the mountains and forests, his figure obscuring the starlight, dark and gloomy.

The senior brother looked up at him and asked, "Why do you want to kill again?"

There was no fresh blood on the robes of the drunkards, but there were people who died.

"I said, don't kill me, no matter how light or light, because I will feel fear, which will make me miserable, then I will kill people to make you miserable, to make you afraid. ”

"This time...... And who is dead?"

"I don't know, it should be an ordinary person?"

The drunkard said expressionlessly: "Or Tang people, maybe Yan people, I just kill people, I don't choose objects, maybe next time I will kill a wasteland." ”

The elder brother was silent.

The drunkard looked at him and said with pity: "The benevolent lover, if you don't dare to kill, if you don't want me to kill, you can't fight with me, then you can only learn to accept, the academy will be quiet from today onwards, and when the temple burns hundreds of thousands of Protestant believers, and then clear the world around the Tang Kingdom, let's have the final burning." ”

The senior brother stared into his eyes and asked, "What does it really mean to you to kill? You have already regarded yourself as an inhuman being, so you don't have any psychological barriers, and you are even intoxicated by it?"

"It's true that there's no psychological barrier, but it's not that you're intoxicated. ”

The drunkard walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the world under the night, looked at the sparse lights of Linkang City, and said calmly: "I am not a person who kills indiscriminately, in my eyes, mortals are like chickens and dogs...... Even if the temperament is twisted and perverted, killing the same kind of people can probably be happy, so what's the excitement of killing chickens and fish like me?"

The senior brother walked to his side, looked at the world in the night, looked at the light and shadow in Linkang City, and held the other end of the wooden stick with his right hand at some point, and said, "Is there nothing to change?" ”

The night was long, but it seemed to disappear in an instant, but in the blink of an eye, the warm red morning sun jumped out of the ground, illuminating the mountains and fields in the autumn rain.

The drunkard said: "The sun will definitely rise again, the day will never be dark, in the world of Haotian, only Haotian can be eternal, and this is a law that you can't change." ”

The senior brother said: "Datang doesn't have the habit of admitting defeat, and neither does the academy, I can't change the laws of this world, nor can I change you, but at least I can change myself." ”

The drunkard's gaze fell on his right hand, which was holding the stick, and said, "You want to kill me?"

The elder brother said, "I can't kill you, but I can kill someone else." ”

The drunkard frowned and said, "The change you are talking about, even if it is degenerate?"

The elder brother said, "Yes, even if it is depraved. ”

The drunkard was silent for a moment and asked, "Who are you going to kill to show me?"

The elder brother said, "I will go to the town to see the girl who sells wine, to see if she is beautiful, and ask her if she owes her silver taels for the years she has been selling." ”

The drunkard was silent for a long time, and then said, "Please." ”